Chen Mo shook his head.
"Then what do you need money for?" another foreign man asked.
Chen Mo then said seriously, "If you need money, it's to buy a villa. Once you buy it, the house will be yours. Would you still be afraid of not being able to get in?"
When the two foreign men heard this, their expressions immediately froze. For a moment, they didn't understand what Chen Mo meant.
One of them asked, "You mean, to buy the house? Is this house yours?"
Chen Mo nodded, "Why else? If it wasn't mine, how could I have gotten in so smoothly?"
Upon hearing Chen Mo's answer, the two foreign men finally realized.
They both looked at Chen Mo in disbelief. After a long while, they said in shock, "You, you are Chen Mo?"
"You don't even know who I am? And you came here to assassinate me? I really doubt if you are killers or here to make a joke," Chen Mo couldn't help but tease.
Because it was dim, the two men leaned closer to Chen Mo, finally getting a clear look at his face.
Their expressions changed.
They both realized that the person in front of them was none other than their target for today, Chen Mo!
The two men, having reacted, dared not delay. They immediately drew their pistols and prepared to attack Chen Mo.
Unfortunately, just as the two men aimed their pistols at Chen Mo.
Both of them saw a blur before their eyes and were shocked to find that the pistols in their hands were gone!
"Are you looking for these?" Chen Mo waved his hands in front of the two men.
The two foreign men's eyes widened as they saw Chen Mo's hands clearly.
Because their pistols were already in Chen Mo's hands, and the muzzles were aimed at their foreheads!
The two foreign men were completely stunned, their legs trembling slightly.
They still couldn't believe how Chen Mo had taken their pistols.
"Tell me, who sent you?" Chen Mo asked them playfully.
One of the foreign men replied, "We have professional ethics. We won't tell you the employer's information."
Chen Mo seemed a little surprised and asked the foreign man, "Professional ethics. Between your professional ethics and your lives, which is more valuable?"
The two foreign men looked at each other.
"I'll give you only one chance, and you should also think clearly. If you are alive, there is still a chance. If you die, the money won't be yours either."
As he spoke, Chen Mo's finger moved, as if about to pull the trigger.
"No, no, no, don't shoot, we, we'll talk!" The foreign man panicked completely and quickly waved his hands.
Chen Mo nodded, signaling them to speak.
"Yes, it was Mr. Zheng who hired us," the foreign man quickly said.
"Mr. Zheng?" Chen Mo frowned slightly.
"Zheng Wenchang," the foreign man immediately said a name.
"It's him?" Chen Mo's expression darkened slightly.
He hadn't expected that he had merely made him look foolish in public, and the other party would want to take his life!
"How much did they pay you to hire you?" Chen Mo asked.
One of the foreign men held up one finger.
"Ten million?" Chen Mo asked.
"No, one million," the two replied.
"What? My life is that worthless?" Chen Mo was somewhat surprised.
He had never imagined that hiring an assassin to kill him would only cost a million.
The faces of the two foreign men were also very unpleasant: "Mr. Chen, we assassins are divided into levels. We are B-class assassins. There are also A-class and S-class, and the best are SSS-class assassins. Therefore, our prices are naturally cheaper."
Chen Mo sighed helplessly, "It seems that Zheng Wenchang really looks down on me."
"Mr. Chen, I've told you everything you wanted to know. Why don't you, you, let us go?" the foreign man asked tremblingly.
Being held at gunpoint like this, even the strongest composure would fear an accidental discharge.
Chen Mo smiled faintly, put away the two pistols, and said, "You can go."
The two foreign men were stunned and looked at Chen Mo in shock, "Mr. Chen, are you serious?"
Chen Mo reached out and patted the two foreign men on the shoulder, "Of course. You can go."
With that, Chen Mo escorted them to the door.
The two foreign men looked excited and then gratefully bid farewell to Chen Mo.
Earlier, they had felt something prick their necks, but they hadn't paid much attention to it.
After all, being able to survive was already a blessing.
Seeing the two foreign men leave, a cold glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes.
Chen Mo would naturally not let those who wanted his life live.
This wasn't because Chen Mo was cold-blooded and heartless, but because sometimes, being soft-hearted would only lead to suffering for oneself.
The two foreign men had just left the villa area and got into their previously hidden car in a small alley.
Until now, they were still filled with lingering fear.
Chen Mo was too strong. The information provided by Zheng Wenchang was completely inaccurate.
Of course, failing in this situation did not constitute a breach of their contract.
However, just as they started the car and reached a downhill section, the driver suddenly stepped on the accelerator to the floor, clutching his chest.
"What's wrong? What's happening?" the other foreign man quickly asked.
However, he then also clutched his chest, his entire face turning extremely pale.
Boom!
Instantly, the out-of-control vehicle crashed into a bridge pier.
Due to the high speed, the vehicle was directly engulfed in flames.
In an instant, the entire car was swallowed by the flames.
At that very moment, a BMW car drove past from the other side of the intersection.
The person driving it was Chen Mo.
After sending off the two assassins, Chen Mo did not linger at home but drove away from the villa.
He did not intend to trouble Zheng Wenchang further.
But since Zheng Wenchang had sent people to kill him, Chen Mo would naturally not let the man off.
Zheng Wenchang lived in the Riverside Villa area, where Chen Mo had a villa under renovation.
For Chen Mo, these surveillance and patrols were a piece of cake. He directly infiltrated Zheng Wenchang's home.
Chen Mo would not allow known dangers to continue to develop.
This time, the other party had hired a B-class assassin. If they hired an SSS-class assassin next time, let alone the strength of such an assassin, if they accidentally injured someone close to Chen Mo, Chen Mo would never forgive himself.
"Dad, why is there still no news from those two killers? Did they fail again?"
In the living room, it was already late at night, but Zheng Wenchang's villa was still brightly lit.
Zheng Gan was sitting on the sofa, his face still wrapped in bandages, and he asked his father.